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“Wait. You actually have a real theremin?”
Jillian Holtzmann’s eyes grew wide behind her tinted glasses as she stared at the instrument in question, resting on a stand in Patty Tolan’s apartment.
Patty laughed, amused even as she raised one eyebrow.
“Sweetheart, I told you. I thought that was why you wanted to come up here in the first place.”
Holtz ran a reverent hand over the theremin’s faux-wood finish and fiddled with the knobs for a moment.
“When you said you had a theremin in your apartment, I thought you were just giving me a really, really good pick-up line.”
Jill dragged her fingers over the knobs on the front panel. She pressed the power switch and turned to look up at Patty— holding up one hand with an imaginary microphone.
“Tell us, Miss Tolman: do you know how to use this veeeery pretty instrument?”
Patty nodded, a grin on her face.
“Oh, baby. You don’t even know.”